Riften Stories

I need to make names for these... Just random things whenever I play Skyrim. I don't own the characters or whatever.

Desoneth Nightlock had no idea what she wanted to do once she arrived in Skyrim. She certainly didn't want to join the war. And there really wasn't a lot that a Bosmer could do without being discriminated, what with the war going on. But, one day, in Riften, she met a redheaded man with a strangely accurate sense of money. So she joined the Thieves Guild, earned some companions, and grew terribly confused on the concept of love.

"So that's your name, eh? I think I'll just stick to callin' you lass." Running from her duties as the Dragonborn and her past life as a master of thievery, Asmiir finds herself traveling to the Skyrim's personal city of sin--Riften. Not to engage in any criminal activity--no, that part of her is "long gone." But then she meets him. Brynjolf was the lucky, green-eyed, pretty thief that got Asmiir to steal again. Got her to like it too. But when duty screams her name in the form of a dragon, which Asmiir will prevail: Master Theif, or Dragonborn of Legend?

Sorry for how short this chapter is. I haven't made fanfiction in a long time so the first few might be bad.

Mercer Lyuss, a thief working for the guild in Riften, got more than he bargained for in one of his daily 'jobs'.

A short story about the legendary dragonborn, a bosmer named Saviik who encounters a dragon on her travels through the Rift.

This story takes place in the Elder Scrolls universe because it's just a darn cool place, I might make some lore up to fill in blanks on the way, but I'm kind of a lore nerd so I'd prefer not to. We're going to focus on the thieves guild because who doesn't like the thieves guild..? O and wow thanks for clicking on this book it will be the first thing I write so bear with me. Keylinn or "Key" is a confused 19 year old, mainly because she suffers from severe amnesia. Nevertheless she just tries to find her place in the world, preferably a place where she'll be able to make a few septims along the way. She manages to get a spot in the notorious thieves guild who just got back on their feet after a long period of bad luck. Just when she thinks there is room to breath and even throw back a bottle of mead or two, a random mage boy shows up to tell her her soul is weird and mess eveything up. Does Key even like adventuring? Will her arrows hit any knees? Who knows, I sure don't ( on another note I'm not actually English just a Dutch scrub trying to get by so any corrections on misspelled words are quite welcome ) Any right to the world of Nirn and Skyrim characters belong 100% to Bethesda.

Every character belongs to Bethesda and to The Elder Scrolls series.

Since the death of Alduin the people of the great kingdom have been at peace. But there has now been a stir. News of a lost lead, a deep descendant of the mighty Dragonborn. As the great granddaughter of an honoured hero will you maintain the reputation of your heritage? Or will you be dragged down by the fiery claws of a fiend the land has not yet forgotten... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ *Please don't hate, this is my first story. A fanfic based on the video game Skyrim: elder scrolls V. This is one of my favourite games and inspired me to write this story. If you like it please add it to your reading list.* - Author 😊

Grace decides the burglary job isn't worth the coin Themes and references are based off Bethesda's Skyrim - with my own personal touch

After joining the dark brotherhood, this assassin has no choice but to do what is right.

Two child hood friend's experience the dangers in Skyrim until Nari decides to give help where Freja thinks it shouldn't be needed .. that the saying " minding your on business " can get you along way in such dark times .

I stared at the form before me in shock. Her eyes widened. "Mortal, what do you seek in my shrine?" Her voice was vaguely familiar, but I couldn't put my finger on it. "My friend was seen running here. Have you seen her?" I asked. She smiled. "You search for a female by the name of Autumn, yes?"

How the lizard lady and the lizard man met

I lay here on a cot, a lockpick in hand, and my other hand rubbing along the elk fur lining the cot. This was my life now I was to rot in this prison for killing a farmer. Which needless to say, he deserved it, but also because it was my contract to. Now I sit here in silence with the body of a dead stranger to keep me company. I look at the grate beside the man. To the right of it I see a mark etched into the wall, and decide to inspect it. And that was where my whole life changed.